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“Fuck.”

“Call her,” Graves says.

I reach for my phone on the bench. “I’m calling Cam.”

“Call Giselle first.”

“I need to know what we can get down.”

“She needs to know it’s there.”

“I’m not calling her with a phone full of this and no answer.”

Graves looks at me. I know that look, and I don’t want the conversation that comes after it. I turn away and call Cam.

He answers with, “Jarrett, I’ve been trying to reach you.”

“I’m looking at it.”

“All right. Tori has somebody collecting the links. I’m adding her.”

I hear the connection, then Tori asks where I am.

“In the gym. What can we get removed?”

“We’re reporting the personal information. Maya found a post with an address, and there’s one with the child’s school.”

“Get those down.”

“That’s what she’s working on.”

“His name’s Zion.”

“I understand.”

“He’s twelve.”

Tori lets the sentence stand. Cam asks whether Giselle has received threats directly. I look toward Graves. He is waiting for the answer, too.

“I haven’t spoken to her yet.”

“Then do that,” Cam says. “We can keep working while you call.”

“Tell me what we’re doing about the picture of her as a kid.”

“We can ask the pages to remove it,” Tori says. “I can’t promise they will.”

“They’re using it to talk about her getting pregnant.”

“I’ve seen it.”

“Then you see why I don’t want it there.”

“Jarrett.” Cam uses the voice he usually saves for me deciding negotiations would move faster if I joined them. “Let her finish.”

I stop talking. Tori explains which pages have responded and which have only posted the rink photograph. She is careful with the distinction. It makes sense. It also leaves too much on my screen.

“Somebody gave them her name,” I say. “Find out who.”